Sakura looked pale and ghostly, her bright pink hair seeming to glow against the whiteness of her skin. Closed eyelids hid the green of her irises from sight. She was far too still for Sasuke's liking.
It seemed strange, backwards. Usually, she was at his bedside, worrying while he stayed in the hospital to heal. Their roles had been reversed, and he didn't like it one bit. Worry and fear and anxiety were not emotions he knew how to handle, and now he was over-whelmed by all three plus a dozen others, trying to figure out why things had happened the way they did.
Sakura had gotten severely injured because of him, had risked her life to protect him. It didn't make sense. Why would she do that? Why would she save him when all he had done was hurt her?
Sasuke knew the answer, of course, but it wasn't enough. Her feelings for him weren't something he could comprehend. How could she love someone like him?
"Visiting hours is over, sir," said one of the nurses. She clutched her clipboard to her chest, seeming to shrink back when he looked at her. She was afraid, but that was no surprise - everyone had feared him after he joined Orochimaru.
He glanced back at Sakura, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. It was a deceivingly peaceful sight, making it appear as though she were merely sleeping.
I'll protect you next time," Sasuke promised quietly.
Author's Notes: Not much to say about this one... Tell me what you think.
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